Author: Kari
Title: The Simple Things- (1/?)
Category: WW/ER Crossover. CJ/Josh. Possibly Donna/Carter. I'm kinda letting
it write itself.
Disclaimer: They are SO not mine. Any of them. But let me tell you, if I ever
got hold of Josh and Carter.. hoo boy. But I never will, so honestly... I
have no cash. But I do have a sunburn right now that I'm willing to sell.
Notes: This is my first attempt at fic. Woo, go me. Thanks to all the people
who read this for me and said it didnt suck *too* much. :)
Feedback: I'll love you forever and ever. Really. I will. SK850@aol.com
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The Simple Things

Tell me I would be in a happy relationship while I was working in the White
House, and I would have laughed at you.

Tell me that happy relationship was with CJ Cregg, and I would have called
the cops on you.

And yet here I am. It's quite surreal, actually.

No one believes me when I talk about it. They all had me coupled up with
Donna. Now don't get me wrong, I love Donna, and she's been my savior in so
many ways, but the whole boss/assistant thing just wouldn't work out. And I
could never hurt her like that. But I digress..

So how did this whole thing with CJ start out? Let me tell you, it's all
about the simple things. A trip to Chicago, a lost hotel key, and a
strategically placed street lamp...
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Mark Greene slammed his locker shut and sighed contentedly. He was looking
forward to going home, or at least somewhere away from the hospital. He
smiled as he felt a familiar warmth behind him.

"You ready to leave yet?" Elizabeth Corday asked as she snaked her arms
around his waist.

Mark grinned again. "Well, uh, I think we're going to have a hard time
leaving if you remain.. stuck to me like this."

Elizabeth kissed the back of his neck. "Maybe we should stay like this then."

Mark turned around, not letting her go, and pulled her in for a kiss. "You
know-"

"Dr. Greene, there's an MVA coming in, we need you!" Chuny burst through the
door of the lounge, not even bothering to look up. "ETA-" She looked up and
had to laugh. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting you two?"

Elizabeth moved away from Mark and grabbed her coat off the couch. "Not at
all."

Chuny continued. "ETA is about 4 minutes, and it sounds important. People
were arguing about the Secret Service in the background over the transmitter.
Can you stick around?"

"Yeah, sure."

Chuny left the lounge and Elizabeth groaned. "We're going to hear about this
tomorrow, you do know that, right?"

"Hear about what?"

"Us in the lounge."

"Is that such a big deal?" Mark asked, a confused look on his face. "I mean
we've announced our engagement, so we're not having some torrid affair..."

"Yes, but knowing Chuny, the story will be that we were making out
passionately on the floor."

Mark stepped closer and grabbed Elizabeth's hands. "You know, that might not
be such a bad idea," he said, with a mischievous grin.

She laughed and pushed him away playfully. "Go! You have work to do. I'll
meet you at home."

Mark let out an exasperated sigh and took his lab coat out of his locker. He
slung his stethoscope around his neck and followed Elizabeth out the door.

"Okay, what do we got?" he asked, running down the hall. Coming towards him
was a gurney, with three people following behind it.

"MVA, automobile versus pole, blunt trauma to the chest and abdomen, BP is 90
palp," A paramedic screamed out.

"Randi! What's open?"

"Uhh... Trauma 2."

"Okay, lets go there! Kovac, I might need some help with this!" Mark wheeled
the gurney into the open room, not noticing the 3 people arguing behind him.

"Josh, I *told* you this was a bad idea."

"Has anyone ever told you how downright ANNOYING you can be at times?"

"Oh like you're not-"

"Would you two cut it out?!" An annoyed CJ snapped at the two arguing
figures. "Donna, you wanted to go out in the first place.. And Josh.. I
wouldn't even talk if I were you, because this is all your fault. But that's
not important right now, is it?"

Neither of them said anything.

CJ sighed. "Forget it. I'm going to see how Sam's doing. You might wanna get
that arm checked out," She pointed to Donna's arm, which was bleeding
somewhat heavily.

As CJ walked away, Josh turned and looked at Donna. "You-You think she's mad
at me?"

"Shut up, Josh."
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John Carter walked into Exam 3 as he flipped open the chart and read over the
history. "Hello, I'm Dr. Carter. Wanna tell me what happened?"

"My boss hit a patch of ice and sent us flying into a lamp post. I told him
this was a bad idea, we should have stayed with Toby at the hotel. But does
he ever listen to me? No. Does this surprise me? No."

Carter looked up from the chart and just stared.

"What?" Donna said, looking slightly annoyed.

"Excuse me?"

"You're staring."

"Oh.. Uh.. Let me take a look at your arm." Carter looked down to avoid the
glare of the young blonde woman. "Yep. Looks like you're going to need some
stitches. Let me go grab a kit, and I'll be right back."
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"Josh, what the hell happened?" Leo McGarry asked.

Josh stood in chairs, cell phone to his ear, and tried to figure out the best
way to explain this. "We crashed."

"I realize that, but how?"

"Well, I hit a patch of ice and.."

"YOU hit a patch of ice? Why were you driving?"

Josh sighed. "Well.. CJ and Donna... well they wanted to see the city. Toby
was being anti-social, so he went back to the hotel, and we sent the
protection with him. I hit a patch of ice, and lost control."

"Jesus. Is everyone okay?"

"Uh.. Donna has a few stitches on her arm, and Sam.. we don't know about. He
should be okay, but they're still working on him."

"You know, this is why we send the Secret Service with you."

"So I don't run into poles? I don't understand why they had to come with us
anyways.."

"Josh, you know what I mean. The President-"

Josh yelled angrily into the phone. "The President," Sensing the people's
stares around him, he quickly lowered his voice. "The President has better
things to worry about than my driving skills."

"Lack of."

"What?"

"Your lack of driving skills, apparently."

"Whatever. Look, we'll be back in Washington ASAP. They might want to keep
Sam here for observation a few days, but we'll be back within the next week,
I promise."

"Good-bye Josh."

"Good-bye, Leo." Josh snapped the phone shut and sat down. A minute later he
felt a hand on his arm.

"You okay?" CJ asked, noting the concern in her friend's face.

"Yeah. Leo's pretty pissed though."

"Yeah? What did he say?"

"Basically if I don't get my ass back to the White House soon he's going to
string me up and well.. it won't be pretty."

CJ just arched an eyebrow.

"Well okay, he didn't say that exactly, but that was the idea behind it.
How's Sam?"

She smiled. "He's gonna be fine. He broke a few ribs, and hit his head, but
other than that.."

"Good," He said, with a sigh of relief.

"Where's Donna?"

"She went across the street to get a thing..coffee. Or something. I'm not
even sure."

Another arch of the eyebrow. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. I promise. I'm going to go see Sam. And I should probably call Toby."
He got off of the chair and headed towards the desk, leaving CJ to sit and
wonder.
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Carter walked into Doc Magoo's and immediately took note of the young blond
he had stitched up earlier. Walking over to the booth she was at, he decided
to try his luck.

"Hi. Donna, right? Would you like some coffee? My treat."

Donna looked up, wondering if she should accept his offer. Why not? He was
rather cute, and it's not like Josh had offered to come with her. "Uh, sure.
Thanks. Have a seat," she said, smiling.

"So, what's it like working in the White House?" Carter asked, sitting down
across from her.

"It's not that exciting. I mean, its just-"

"Not that exciting?" He asked incredulously. "You work in the same building
with the most powerful man in the world and you tell me its not exciting?"

She laughed as Carter ordered two cups of coffee. "Honestly. It's nothing
special."

"Dr. Carter! Hitting on the patients again? Isn't that one of the first
things you learn in med school?"

Carter smirked as he looked up at the approaching doctor. "You should be one
to talk, Malucci."

"I'm insulted. So, are you going to introduce me to this lovely lady?"

"Malucci, this is Donna Moss. Donna, this is Dave Malucci."

Donna reached across the table and shook Malucci's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"So, what brings a pretty girl like you here? This isn't exactly a fine
dining establishment." Malucci flashed a grin.

"Don't you have work do to?" Carter groaned. "Lives to save? Cars to fix?
People to piss off?"

Donna watched the two men argue, a look of amusement on her face. She thought
for a second, and then got up. "As much as I would love to stay and chat, I
should really be going. I really want to check on Sam, and if... well yeah.
It was nice talking to you both."

Carter glared at Malucci as Donna walked out the door.

"What? Did i do something wrong?"

Carter got out of the booth and grabbed his coat. "I've got to get back." He
left just as the coffee showed up, leaving Malucci to deal with it all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"She's out there talking to that doctor. Again." Josh slumped back in the
plastic hospital chair. They had been there for over 4 hours, and nothing
interesting had happened, unless you counted the game of wheelchair hockey
that a few of the nurses had started.

CJ smiled devilishly. "Y'know, I think I've figured it out! You're jealous."

"What? No! Yes.. Maybe.. I dont know!"

"Your indecisiveness bothers me, do you know that?"

"CJ..." He sighed. "First of all, no. I am NOT jealous."

"Not at all? A little bit?"

"NO! Geeze, she's like my kid sister. I worry about her, thats all. I don't
want some sleazebag going out, drinking her silly, and then taking her back
to some skanky hotel-"

"Josh.. you just used skanky and sleazebag in the same sentence. You do
realize that, right? And I don't think that doctor quite matches your
description."

"All doctors are sleazebags. With their damn clipboards, and ID badges..."

"You could say the same about politicians, mi amor.."

"You can be very annoying sometimes, you know that?"

Another grin. "It's part of my job description. Go find Donna and Toby and
we'll head back. Sam's stuck here overnight, so we might as well go to the
hotel and get some sleep," She looked over at Josh, who had fixated his stare
on Donna and the young doctor. "On second thought, I'll go get Donna."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"He wrote the speech himself?" Sam Seaborn sat up in his hospital bed and
stared at the man standing across the room. "You're kidding me, right? Please
tell me you're kidding me."

"Well it's not like you were around to write it for him." Toby snapped back.
He had rushed to the hospital as soon as Josh called, and he was not happy.
Which was to be expected. Josh and Sam had done stupid things before, but
running into a street lamp.. this was something new.

"Okay. There's time. I can write something for him, you can fax it to DC,"
Sam reached for the paper and pen sitting next to the bed. "We won't have a
problem here-DAMMIT! That hurts."

"Whoa.. chill. There's no way you can write a speech and get it to the
President in..5 minutes. And more importantly, you shouldn't even be moving
right now! You've got a...thing. And shouldn't be moving."

"Toby.. you don't understand. Do you remember the last time the President
wrote his own speech?"

"Not really. No."

"Well. It was bad. Real bad." Sam threw his head against the pillow and
sighed. "Turn the TV on. At least that way I can get some indication of how
horribly Leo is going to hurt me."

Toby walked over to the TV set and turned it on. After a few moments,
President Bartlet walked onto the screen and started to speak. "Good Morning.
As I start today, I would like to share some very interesting facts. For
instance, did you know that the latin word for education is.."

"Oh god..."

"I'm going back to the hotel. We'll call in the morning."

TBC..

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